But the dawn at last was rising, and it marked that all perils eventually come to an end. Shafts of sunlight blazing red tore through the lingering night, and the smoke of the smouldering fires parted and faded away among the trees, which stood like great silhouetted pillars. A new gentle fire consumed the world; the forest was set alight with a sweet yellow tinge. The bodies of Goblyns lie strewn across the forest floor, dark boulders from which the light shied away. Above them the leaves fluttered and swayed in the wind like a million golden butterflies ready to take their flight.
The Goblyn army ceased their assault all at once and turned to face the rising sun, and in its light their black grotesque features were revealed. They screamed and gnashed their ugly yellow fangs, and many dropped their weapons and fell to their knees. No one could believe their eyes!
One of the largest Goblyns resisted this binding fate and raised his great dented broadsword above Victor. There came a great thud from somewhere in the sky, and deep below, the earth trembled. A great wind swept over them, and in a blue sparkling flash the Goblyn was taken away, vanishing like dust in the breeze. Victor rubbed his eyes and stared over the battlefield; the Goblyn army was being erased, even the fallen were disappearing.
He heard Sam whisper with joy: “Mr. Silver, he must have done it. He must have completed the quest.”
After a moment of awed silence Rodrick raised his sword and gave a triumphant cry. He was echoed by Caesar and Ling, and Hansel and Gretel, and the entire Netherian people let their voices be heard all through the brightening forest.
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